AHN.

I will always be curious as to why our very vague friendship are composed of episodes of.. - for lack of a better explanation - fate.
I happened to drop my ID card during Club Rush freshman year, you picked it up, ran after me, tapped my shoulder and said, "I think this belongs to you."
I think from that very moment, I already found you incredibly charming. But there wasn't really anything exciting after that.
You were a senior, I was a freshman. I knew my place. You're awfully dreamy, but I never considered you ever being a large part of my life.
And still to this day, you aren't a significant part at all. But there's just something about you.
How is it that after that school year of barely ever seeing each other around, we'd run into each other at a summer camp.
I'm glad I mustered up the courage to go up to you and say "Hey! Remember me? The girl who dropped her ID card?"
After camp, we even went to Disneyland together with a whole group of friends.
And after that.. you were off to college. And that was the end of it - the end of nothing, basically.
What type of coincidence is it that I'd purposefully avoid the Starbucks near my house that day, due to someone I saw sitting inside.
What're the chances of my parents suggesting I go to the one on Westminster and Brookhurst, and after 4 hours of sitting there messing with my Common App, hear someone ask, "Is anyone sitting there?" pointing to the chair next to mine, one of the only spots left in the cafe.
I looked up, and I swear, I had forgotten you even existed.
"Whoa, I didn't even recognize you!" You said as you made your way to the other side of me.
We talked, caught up, while doing each our own work. I don't know, it was just... really nice.
But all of these coincidences, I just don't know what to make of it. I want to believe there's a reason.
I want to believe everything happens for a reason. So what's the reason for us?
I want to believe. But that's just me. A believer wanting to believe.